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"I'll ask you one more time, where's Lendax?" Senkovah sighed in exasperation, the pain in his shoulder becoming a nuisance.
"I told you, the bastard left me hanging here on this tree. Why would I know where he is?" he said rolling his eyes.
Drake kept the smile that threatened to appear back. This man looked ridiculous, hanging there on a tree. "Well you helped him fight Rai, which of course failed."
Senkovah raised a finger, "Which I might add wasn't my fault. We are very poor at teamwork, no matter who's our partner."
"Sure. You must know something about where he ran off to." Drake was beginning to doubt it. He was beginning to doubt this guy knew anything of importance.
Senkovah shrugged, wincing slightly. "He's probably going to attack one of your other dragon friends. You might want to get your security looked at."
Drake ignored the last comment. "If he is and I'm wasting my time here with you then you'll have to answer for it."
"Me?" Senkovah put his hand to his chest looking appalled. "Blame him! Or yourself. You just said you're wasting your own time." Drake turned to leave. "Wait!" Senkovah sighed. "Get me off this tree and I'll tell you. Honestly, I can't think with this branch in my arm."
Drake hesitated for a second, liking the idea of this man who attempted to kill Lizzie and Rai, granted both times were failures, hanging on a tree looking pitiful. But he needed to know where Lendax was. He supported Senkovah's arm and then pulled him off the branch, Senkovah groaning in pain. He put Senkovah down, not exactly dropping him.
"Very nice of you, dragon," Senkovah said not bothering to hide his sarcasm. He straightened up and brushed off his shirt. "You know, I hate pain. Want to know why? See this eye?" He pointed at his right eye made of fire. Drake blinked, his arms folded over his chest. "It likes to spasm, and burn, and just generally complain about me not taking care of myself, I swear, it's like my mother." He chuckled then looked at Drake's unamused face. "What?"
"Lendax?" Drake said. He didn't want to know about the strange eye. It's obvious this man was dropped on his head to many times. He probably messed his eye up himself.
Senkovah sighed. "I don't understand the fuss about him, he hasn't killed anyone." Drake blinked again, growing even more irritated. "Lighten up, alright? What's your name?"
"Why's it matter?" Drake said.
"Well, I don't want to betray my friend to someone who's name I don't even know," Senkovah replied smiling.
"Drake."
"Really? Huh. I'm Senkovah."
"I know." They stood in silence for a while, Senkovah narrowing his eyes.
"Your hair will turn white if you remain this serious. I should know."
Drake rubbed his eyes, "Where's-" He was cut off as Senkovah tackled him and the two slammed into the ground. Drake threw Senkovah off of him, the momentary stun wearing off. He pulled out his sword and swung as he regained his footing. Senkovah dodged, then spun around him slamming his elbow into the side of Drake's head.
Drake fell, light bursting in his eyes. Senkovah circled him. "I don't know where Lendax is. But I do know what I want, what I came her for in the first place." Drake began to get up, clenching his sword as he noticed the change in Senkovah's demeanor. "No, don't get up, I insist." Pain laced through Drake and he yelled, arching his back. His sword fell to the ground and his blood began to boil. He landed heavily on his knees, the pain making him almost vomit. Senkovah kicked him onto his side, then knelt over him pinning him down. "This won't hurt," he chuckled.
Drake, his vision blurring, could barely see Senkovah as he took out a knife. He tried to move but with Senkovah's eye still blazing the pain gave him no release. The cold metal of the blade pressed against the side of his neck as Senkovah said, "You know, dragon blood is a rare delicacy where I'm from. Well, actually it doesn't exist." Drake felt a trickle of blood ooze down his neck. Senkovah pressed a small vial under it to catch the drops. "But I'm sure its properties will be most helpful in my pursuit of the truth." As he filled the bottle with Drake's blood he patted Drake's cheek. "Don't worry, as King of the Coven it's your duty to sacrifice yourself for your people. Of course… I may need more in time and if I ever accidentally run into one of them…"
The pain was lessening. Drake glanced at Senkovah noticing the fire eye was more focused on the blood in the bottle. He played possum as Senkovah stoppered the now full vial. "You're a good King, Drake. So very noble and protective of your country. I wouldn't know anything about that, mind you," Senkovah muttered as he put the vial in his pocket.
Drake suddenly gave a lurch under Senkovah. He looked down at the dragon and noticed him slowly changing. "Dammit, dragon, why must you ruin the fun, it's really unfair." Drake's skin slowly turned black as his body shifted shape. Wings sprouted out of his back. Senkovah stood, now on the back of the slowly growing dragon. He slid down his neck, then jumped over his head. Drake snapped at him, his transformation complete.
Senkovah tore through the woods, knowing full well he was pushing it. Drake took to the sky, his shadow falling over Senkovah. He shot fire into the trees in front of Senkovah, setting them ablaze. Senkovah stopped, smiling at the flames knowing he would have to do a little experiment. Drake landed on top of the tree, his huge dragon form towering over Senkovah. He watched the small human, his anger he kept in check. "Once more, I'll give you a chance. Where's Lendax?" he growled.
Senkovah smiled, his hand clenching the bottle in his pocket. "I don't know."
Drake narrowed his eyes. Perhaps he was telling the truth, perhaps not. But one thing remained; he was a threat to the Coven. No different than any dragon slayer. He stretched open his jaws, fire building inside him. Flames tore through his throat then shot towards Senkovah.
Senkovah screamed as the black flames consumed him. The fire in himself went berserk, responding to the dragon's flame. His screams turned to laughter as orange flames joined the black ones.
Drake watched as the inferno engulfed Senkovah. It seemed Senkovah's own fire was doing as much damage as Drake's. Suddenly, fire burst from Senkovah and all that was left was the smoldering ground, the fire slowly dying.

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"I'll ask you one more time, where's Lendax?" Senkovah sighed in exasperation, the pain in his shoulder becoming a nuisance.
"I told you, the bastard left me hanging here on this tree. Why would I know where he is?" he said rolling his eyes.
Drake kept the smile that threatened to appear back. This man looked ridiculous, hanging there on a tree. "Well you helped him fight Rai, which of course failed."
Senkovah raised a finger, "Which I might add wasn't my fault. We are very poor at teamwork, no matter who's our partner."
"Sure. You must know something about where he ran off to." Drake was beginning to doubt it. He was beginning to doubt this guy knew anything of importance.
Senkovah shrugged, wincing slightly. "He's probably going to attack one of your other dragon friends. You might want to get your security looked at."
Drake ignored the last comment. "If he is and I'm wasting my time here with you then you'll have to answer for it."
"Me?" Senkovah put his hand to his chest looking appalled. "Blame him! Or yourself. You just said you're wasting your own time." Drake turned to leave. "Wait!" Senkovah sighed. "Get me off this tree and I'll tell you. Honestly, I can't think with this branch in my arm."
Drake hesitated for a second, liking the idea of this man who attempted to kill Lizzie and Rai, granted both times were failures, hanging on a tree looking pitiful. But he needed to know where Lendax was. He supported Senkovah's arm and then pulled him off the branch, Senkovah groaning in pain. He put Senkovah down, not exactly dropping him.
"Very nice of you, dragon," Senkovah said not bothering to hide his sarcasm. He straightened up and brushed off his shirt. "You know, I hate pain. Want to know why? See this eye?" He pointed at his right eye made of fire. Drake blinked, his arms folded over his chest. "It likes to spasm, and burn, and just generally complain about me not taking care of myself, I swear, it's like my mother." He chuckled then looked at Drake's unamused face. "What?"
"Lendax?" Drake said. He didn't want to know about the strange eye. It's obvious this man was dropped on his head to many times. He probably messed his eye up himself.
Senkovah sighed. "I don't understand the fuss about him, he hasn't killed anyone." Drake blinked again, growing even more irritated. "Lighten up, alright? What's your name?"
"Why's it matter?" Drake said.
"Well, I don't want to betray my friend to someone who's name I don't even know," Senkovah replied smiling.
"Drake."
"Really? Huh. I'm Senkovah."
"I know." They stood in silence for a while, Senkovah narrowing his eyes.
"Your hair will turn white if you remain this serious. I should know."
Drake rubbed his eyes, "Where's-" He was cut off as Senkovah tackled him and the two slammed into the ground. Drake threw Senkovah off of him, the momentary stun wearing off. He pulled out his sword and swung as he regained his footing. Senkovah dodged, then spun around him slamming his elbow into the side of Drake's head.
Drake fell, light bursting in his eyes. Senkovah circled him. "I don't know where Lendax is. But I do know what I want, what I came her for in the first place." Drake began to get up, clenching his sword as he noticed the change in Senkovah's demeanor. "No, don't get up, I insist." Pain laced through Drake and he yelled, arching his back. His sword fell to the ground and his blood began to boil. He landed heavily on his knees, the pain making him almost vomit. Senkovah kicked him onto his side, then knelt over him pinning him down. "This won't hurt," he chuckled.
Drake, his vision blurring, could barely see Senkovah as he took out a knife. He tried to move but with Senkovah's eye still blazing the pain gave him no release. The cold metal of the blade pressed against the side of his neck as Senkovah said, "You know, dragon blood is a rare delicacy where I'm from. Well, actually it doesn't exist." Drake felt a trickle of blood ooze down his neck. Senkovah pressed a small vial under it to catch the drops. "But I'm sure its properties will be most helpful in my pursuit of the truth." As he filled the bottle with Drake's blood he patted Drake's cheek. "Don't worry, as King of the Coven it's your duty to sacrifice yourself for your people. Of course… I may need more in time and if I ever accidentally run into one of them…"
The pain was lessening. Drake glanced at Senkovah noticing the fire eye was more focused on the blood in the bottle. He played possum as Senkovah stoppered the now full vial. "You're a good King, Drake. So very noble and protective of your country. I wouldn't know anything about that, mind you," Senkovah muttered as he put the vial in his pocket.
Drake suddenly gave a lurch under Senkovah. He looked down at the dragon and noticed him slowly changing. "Dammit, dragon, why must you ruin the fun, it's really unfair." Drake's skin slowly turned black as his body shifted shape. Wings sprouted out of his back. Senkovah stood, now on the back of the slowly growing dragon. He slid down his neck, then jumped over his head. Drake snapped at him, his transformation complete.
Senkovah tore through the woods, knowing full well he was pushing it. Drake took to the sky, his shadow falling over Senkovah. He shot fire into the trees in front of Senkovah, setting them ablaze. Senkovah stopped, smiling at the flames knowing he would have to do a little experiment. Drake landed on top of the tree, his huge dragon form towering over Senkovah. He watched the small human, his anger he kept in check. "Once more, I'll give you a chance. Where's Lendax?" he growled.
Senkovah smiled, his hand clenching the bottle in his pocket. "I don't know."
Drake narrowed his eyes. Perhaps he was telling the truth, perhaps not. But one thing remained; he was a threat to the Coven. No different than any dragon slayer. He stretched open his jaws, fire building inside him. Flames tore through his throat then shot towards Senkovah.
Senkovah screamed as the black flames consumed him. The fire in himself went berserk, responding to the dragon's flame. His screams turned to laughter as orange flames joined the black ones.
Drake watched as the inferno engulfed Senkovah. It seemed Senkovah's own fire was doing as much damage as Drake's. Suddenly, fire burst from Senkovah and all that was left was the smoldering ground, the fire slowly dying.